Keswick typed gingerly at his computer. His lab was dark. In fact, the whole of TUFF was dark. In fact, the whole of Petrapolis was dark. Not that Keswick noticed. All his attention was on whatever he was coding.

Dudley was standing behind him. Elbows on the back of his chair, lazily holding up his head. The quiet clacking of Keswick's fingers paired with the quick motion of new letters on screen was almost hypnotic. Dudley would've fallen asleep if not for the screen being so bright.

His arm fell over the side, landing on Keswick's shoulder. He promptly jumped and turned.

"86!" He exclaimed.

Dudley just smiled. That was Keswick's nickname for him. Well, less of a nickname and more his agent number, but no one used it but the scientist, which only made it that much more special.

"44." Dudley replied.

"Wha-wha-what are you doing here?"

"Telling you to come home."

"But, Du-Dud-Dudley, I must finish program-am-aming this machine-!"

Dudley cut him off with a sweep to his hair. Keswick just scowled. No one was allowed to touch him there save for Dudley, and even then he was always on thin ice.

"It's past midnight and you've hardly gotten any sleep this past week! Adults need at least eight hours a night and at this rate you'll be lucky to get eight in a week!"

Keswick shook his head turning back to his computer. "Keep your shirt on, c-c-cowboy, I'll go home in a bit."

But Dudley wasn't satisfied with this answer. He proceeded to reach around and take Keswick's glasses off, clipping them to his shirt collar as he started running.

"H-hey get back here!" yelled Keswick, standing up sloppily, "Wh-why you l-l-lit-tle!"

Keswick gave chase as best he could. Which was rather well, since all he could see were colored blobs in darkness and he was chasing someone who wore black on half his body. Dudley stopped in his cubicle, Keswick on his tail, heaving. Dudley just half-sat on the desk, cheekily smiling.

"You're an ah-ah-asshole." Keswick muttered, reaching down to his hands in search of which one held his glasses. "Wh-where the h-h-h-hell are my-?!"

Dudley brought a hand up to his face, raising it slightly, softly placing a kiss on his lips. Keswick just sighed as he pulled away, unclipping his glasses and placing them in the top of his head.

Keswick shook his head, making them fall. Dudley was still smiling, while Keswick reverted to his usual expression of sarcastic amusement.

"You love me." Dudley muttered, kissing him again.

"I sure thought I did." Keswick replied, though his voice wasn't angry in the slightest.

"Bed now?"

Keswick smiled, sighing again. "Bed now."